Just a few are gathered now
In a place so light and free
Just a few converging
One of them could be me.
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Just a few assembled
To dance under a sinking sun
Soon nighttime will gather
You won’t find them on the run.
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Amassing love and peace
Souls create a true convergence
They practice and rehearse
Creating a love-filled resurgence.
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We will keep on dancing
Moving under a star-lit sky
Spinning and twirling
We are free until they die.
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All will still be singing
Those precious songs from within
There are no words, only space
Little comforts in this tailspin.
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It will surely end in death
But at least we will be free
All certainly ends with nothing
And the same will be of me.
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Until that time I will keep dancing
Singing until I am free
Until then you will find me twirling
Living, a mind full of God’s esprit.
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Darling, you can keep on dancing
For it will set your spirit free
You may look within your own sweet self
Gazing deeper still to see.

I had some good poems
They were written in my head
I awoke in the morning
Only to find the poems were quite dead.
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I frowned down upon them
And sadly shook my head,
You naughty little things
How could you show up so very dead?
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They still wouldn’t budge, not even a bit
Crying, sighing, they still remained dead
So I stopped what I was doing
And to the light I lifted my head.
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“Forgive me great universe
These ones wound up being dead”
I prayed over and over again
A chant forming in my head.

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And then I let them go
Farewell poems leaving space inside my head
Searching for those new kind words
Having finally let go of you, dear departed dead.